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luvyurself · 8 days

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I’m going blind, I gotta have it somehow

I listened to two asmrs of francis and now I’m dry humping the phone

c/w: she/her pronouns, doppelgänger francis, suggestive but no smut, we rocking with the copycat cause he’s rocking with us

this is based off a c.ai omfg I’m the biggest fucking gooner UGHHHHH

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this job was more overwhelming then what she thought it would be. being a doorman seemed like easy work, checking people in and making sure they were getting to their right apartments, it definitely felt like it could be smooth sailing for a good deal of pay.

of course, it would be that way, if the city she lived in wasn’t currently facing the ever growing doppelgänger problem that would be putting its people at risk of being killed.

the d.d.d branch had ways of dealing with these copycats that included checkpoints around the city, tight knit security in public areas, and of course her job: a doorman in an apartment complex.

people always have that mentality of thinking they can easily spot a doppelgänger, and for a while she thought she could too.

she came across multiple ones that can’t get the appearance right, one of them having an extra eye on his forehead, one lady with her entire face stitched up, or some other obvious abnormality in their appearance.

those encounters made her think that this job wouldn’t be as difficult, until some of them started to really put their time into getting the appearance right.

she nearly let in one of it wasn’t for the mole that she realized wasn’t even on her face like it was in the picture. or how quickly she shut the window after hanging up the phone with the real one answering saying he was still there.

after those ones, she finally started to get the idea that this job was going to be an overwhelming nightmare.

today was one of those days with multiple close calls and three held in emotional breakdowns.

she sighed out of her nose as she let in the last tenant of the night, groaning softly as she placed her hands on her head and tiredly rested it on the desk.

she was just about ready to conk out and take a nice long sleep, moving to stretch her body to sooth it’s aching muscles from sitting down for a long period.

she felt the back of her head meet with something and froze up, letting out a short gasp before a hand covered her lips, a low shushing sound came next to her ear.

“mmm….I could say thank you for letting me in….” the voice spoke lowly, his other hand reaching to hold hers that was near the phone. he didn’t have a tight grip on it it, but the way his fingers barley rubbed her knuckles made her not even think to move.

a deep chuckle tickled her ear, “you’re one of the more…..easier doormen to convince….” he let his hand that was on her mouth drop, his thumb rubbing her bottom lip gently as he stood next to her, showing himself to her.

she felt her heart pounding against her chest, of course, of-fucking-course this doppelgänger chose to copy the milkman that lived in this apartment.

francis mosses was a man who she became very familiar with when she started here. he was always tired, spoke in a low and quiet tone, and was very very attractive.

she couldn’t help but fumble with her words like a school girl whenever she saw him. whenever he’d slide his id and entry request under and she’d shakily grab it, not daring to meet him in the eye while she compared the photos to make sure they were correct.

it was embarrassing multiple times when she’d slide his id back, only for their hands to briskly touch before she would pull away and apologize like a cliche rom-com movie. but that ghost of a smile that would grace his face would always make her want to relive it again and again.

and maybe, just maybe, she mistook the weird feeling in her gut the moment the copy cat of him walking in today was just the butterflies in her stomach from seeing him.

his hand going to run through her hair brought her back to reality, his fingers gently combing through and twirling it with his index finger.

“it’s funny how easy it was to convince you to open the door….you were practically drooling over me.” he spoke in a almost teasing tone, the hand holding hers went to squeeze it a bit more tighter.

she didn’t know how she was sitting there with her voice in her throat, but she finally felt it coming back as she let out a weak voice, “please…..please let me go…” she let her gaze look down to the hand holding hers, feeling her fingers twitch slightly.

in under different circumstances, if this were actually francis, she would definitely would be melting on the spot and be practically on her knees.

but this wasn’t francis, just a copycat looking for its next meal. she had to keep telling herself that to overcome the growing feeling of flustering and something else she will not entertain.

the doppelgänger gave her a small smile, one that looked exactly like how the real francis would, but this one had an eerie feeling to it. he cooed slightly, “aww….why would I do that?”

the fingers in her hair moved to her chin, tilting it up so she could meet his gaze, “what would you do, hmm? call the d.d.d?” he took a quick glance towards the phone, before back at her, “I could kill all these tenants in seconds before they could arrive….and you really don’t look like you can even overthrow me.”

the fake francis tilts his head, leaning closer to her, “in fact….I don’t think you would have the strength to even call them, I mean after all…” he gave a low laugh, “I practically have you melting in the palm of my hand.”

she felt her ears warm up, breathing getting shaky as she stuttered out her words, “I….I should….I….” she trailed off, the man in front of her humming, “you should, but….will you?”

god, god this affirmation wasn’t working. this doppelgänger was way too good at this. she felt like a mess for actually wanting it.

he brushed a hair away from her face, the hand trailing down to her shoulder as he leaned in closer to her ear, “you won’t tell on me….will you?~”

she swallowed sharply, her eyes squeezing shut as she embarrassingly shook her head, humming softly as she gripped her palm tightly.

the copycat smiled, his other hand resting on hers reaching to place on her thigh as he massaged it, “oh….you want me bad don’t you?~”

she let out a soft whimper, her hands reaching up for him to have a touch. a soft tut, his hand blocking hers from reaching out to him, “come on, baby….use your words.” he spoke in a sultry tone, making her melt even more into him as she mumbled out in a pathetic voice, “yes….yes I do.”

she didn’t care at this point that he wasn’t the real francis, she just craved anything that could satisfy her longing in her heart for him. and this doppelgänger was more then willing to satisfy himself and her.

francis let out a low laugh, letting go of her hands so she can finally reach out for him. he let his hand slip under her skirt, feeling himself shiver slightly at her hands going under his shirt, “oh….im going to enjoy eating you up~”

omg francis I’m coming ngh~

#thats not my neighbor #thats not my neighbour milkman #milkman #francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #x female reader #x reader

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luvyurself · 1 month

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intro : bree ; she / her pronouns ; eighteen years old ; multifandom enthusiast ; mini fic-writer and silly editing

main interests : k-pop ; rottmnt ; bungo ; poppy playtime ; fnaf ; the stanley parable

other interests : ninjago; lego movies ; tadc ; clone high ; undertale ; cuphead; south park

stan list : bts ; stray kids ; blackpink ; txt ; itzy ; everglow ; ateez ; monstax ; p1h ; xdinary heros ; kang daniel ; wonho

other socials : insta ; tiktok

#kpop #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #poppy playtime chapter 3 #bungou stray dogs #the stanley parable #fnaf #intro post

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luvyurself · 1 month

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wait for me, I'll find you

AUGHHHH WHAS UPPPPPP

sorry I haven’t posted anything I couldn’t find anything new to do aughhhhhh

unplanned spinoff from this story

c/w: she/her pronouns, bigger bodies initiative mentioned, hurt/comfort, kinda bad sighhhh, rip theo you would had loved pj masks, place holder names teehee, I tried ughhh

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“angel! there you are.” dogday could feel his shoulders drop in relief, seeing his angel standing at a desk with her back to him.

he walked towards her, slightly bending down from the roof not being accommodating to his height. “we all got a little worried there when you disappeared, y’know?” he gave a grainy chuckle, slowly stopping behind her.

“even with catnap gone, I….don’t like the thought of you alone.” he trailed off at the end, feeling slightly flustered at the slight implication of wanting to be with her always.

after hearing no response from her, he shook his head and cleared his throat, “but nevermind that, what made you want to come here, angel?”

no response once more. she still faced the desk, seemingly reading something that rested on it.

tilting his head, he slowly walked beside her to get a better look, “angel? are you alright-!” he saw that look in her eyes, that look he never wanted to see again in her.

fright.

he was about to ask again what was wrong, desperately wanting to help her, until he saw what she was looking at on the table.

he squinted a bit to get a better look, before the realization hit him like a train.

oh.

oh no.

oh…..oh dear.

he slowly looked back at her, watching as her eyes closed to hold back the emotions threatening to spill.

“oh…..oh angel.” he mumbled, reaching out to her, wanting to hold her and comfort her.

but she moved away, pushing herself back to create distance. dogdays ears dropped, his tail sadly wagging between his legs.

it was pure silence between them, the only thing filling the void was the soft humming of the office lights.

he could tell by her body language that she was tense, her shoulders hitched up and hands gripping her arms as she crossed them over her chest.

he never wanted her to find out this way, he never wanted to see her so distraught like this.

he watched her take a shaky breath, before she finally spoke.

“I….why?” she whispered, finally looking at him, “why…..was this…..this was it?” she motioned to his appearance, voice getting shaky, “this was the big thing you couldn’t tell me?”

he looked down at himself, sputtering out, “angel, please-“

she cut him off, holding a hand out making him quickly stop. she took another shaky breath, “the…..the others…..the orphans.” she points at him, “did you know? were you just playing stupid with me? when you said that he-“

her voice caught in her throat, a sob threatening to break out. “when you assured me he was adopted, were you lying to me?”

he quickly shook his head, “no, no angel, I wouldn’t had never lied to you-“

“then why did you never tell me, jean?” he felt his empty chest tighten at that name. he hadn’t heard that name in years, he barely even remembered the name.

years of isolation in that cage made his memories come back from the darkness, before the hour of joy, before the experiments, before even signing up for the initiative.

he remembered working at the playcare, being another employee in the place. he remembered her, how she cared for each and every kid and how she smuggled candy to them from the outside.

he remembered how on their breaks they would talk about anything. they were both like an open book to each other.

he also remembered the last day he ever saw her as himself, his actual self. how he desperately wanted to tell her, how that will be the last time they saw each other normally.

how he had to cover it up with a smile and a tease, hugging her tightly as he whispered his last goodbye to her.

how all of that was wiped from his memory when he became dogday.

it took a moment for him to recover, clearing his throat gravely and speaking, “I…..I wanted to, I really wanted too, angel.” he whispered, stepping forward a bit, “but I didn’t want to drag you into something that I signed up for.”

he saw her step forward to him, subconsciously making his tail wagging. “I…..I didn’t want anyone else to get forced into this…..this change.” he motioned to his body, crossing his arms and holding them.

“I never wanted anything bad to happen to you,” he felt his voice crack slightly, his own emotions threatening to spill out.

the silence was almost deafening, seeing her face so full of sadness made him softly whimper, walking closer to her in a gentle and slow stride.

a sharp swallow, with a shaky breath, she finally spoke, “you know, all these years….i thought you had just forgotten about me,” she whispered, staring up at him when he met her in the middle.

she reached up to softly hold his face, dogday greatfully leaning into her palms as she rubbed his cheeks.

“you were always so full of life, so selfless, thinking about others before yourself….” he could feel his non-existent blush on his cheeks, listening tentatively as he raised his giant hands to hold the back of her hands.

“I would had done anything to keep you safe, angel.” he mumbled, rubbing her hands softly.

she let out a small laugh, sad and broken, “we could had just quit together,” she whimpered, “I would had convinced sean somehow, and we could had just brought the other kids along, layla, timothy, delilah, theodore-“ her sob finally came out, quickly bringing one hand to cover her mouth.

he saw her legs shake, and he took the chance to wrap his arms around her when she collapsed into him, holding her to his chest as she cried into him, “oh…..oh theo,” she sobbed, shaking and crying as she leaned into his chest.

he nods his head, giant hands rubbing her back softly, “I know, I know angel…” he spoke, staring at the ground solemnly.

there was a lot about this factory she had never known about, a lot to this factory she will see in the future. and he has sworn to be with her every step of the way.

but for now, she needed to not worry about the future, just the now.

she hiccuped and cried, seemingly rambling apologies up above to no one in particular.

dogday whines when he hears her apologizing, rubbing his face into her hair. “it’s not your fault, it’s not anyone’s fault….only the prototypes.” he tightens his hold subconsciously, before relaxing his grip.

“theo…..” she whimpered out, taking a deep a shaky breath, “do you think…..do you think they’re all somewhere nice? nicer then this? with an actual sky and clouds….playing together?”

a soft chuckle, dogday nodded his head against hers, “of course they are, and I’m sure they are looking down on you. giving thanks to how wonderful of a role model you were.”

she lets out a half sob with a gentle laugh mixed in. he really was still that same charming man that she knew before.

as she continued to cry into him, she pressed tightly against him, and mumbled out a soft sentence, “I missed you, jean.”

butterflies fluttered in his stomach, feeling a soft warm feeling arrive in his body. he let out a deep gentle laugh, brushing through her hair with the most soft touch, “I missed you too, angel.”

*curls toes up spits acid on the floor*

#poppy playtime #ppt x reader #poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday poppy playtime #dogday x reader #x female reader #x reader

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luvyurself · 2 months

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sick and tired

my close call with bronchitis yesterday inspired me to write this LMAO

c/w: she/her pronouns, brief mention of getting eaten, sick fic, we’re thugging it out tho, dogday cuddling us AUGHHHH, pure fluff, he wants us to be healthy :D

(I mentioned Bobby bearhug in here because she’s a cutie pootie 🫶🏼)

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from the time she had spent in this god forsaken factory, she’s endured scrapes, cuts, bruises, bloody noses, and possibly a broken rib or two.

she’d been grateful for the saving graces of the abandoned first aid stations, thankful that some of them still had bandages and disinfected to make sure she didn’t get an infection in any open wound areas.

but, unfortunately, she would forget about the immune system infections that were easy to catch in an abandoned facility such as this.

it started with a sneeze after she awoken from the few twenty minute naps she awarded herself with, which escalated into multiple sneezes throughout her journey.

she docked it to just allergies, this place was infested with dust over the years, it wasn’t that much to worry about.

the gas mask she found to protect herself from the red smoke catnap had made did little to stop her from sneezing. even with the amount of times she dusted it off.

when she decided to save the last remaining smiling critter from his ultimate death from getting eaten from the inside, she was basically running on the little breath she had and adrenaline.

her chest tightened with pain at every breath she took, consisted sneezing turned into dry coughing as she practically stumbled with every step.

after making it out of the elevator escaping the flesh eating toys, she began to walk off the elevator, clammy hands gripping the grabpack as she mumbled to herself about which direction the first aid was.

“angel?” she hummed and turned to the voice, headache starting to form as she shut her eyes to try and soothe it.

dogday wasn’t unaware in the signs of a rising sickness in humans, he would see them all the time when the kids in the playcare acted like nothing was wrong when they were obviously close to collapsing.

and she was no different. he could see her chest quickly rising and falling as she tried to collect her breath, how her legs and hands shook and how chapped her lips were.

she let out a gravely cough, body shaking as she groggily pushed out, “first aids somewhere here…..gotta get you fixed up.” she mumbled, pushing through as she grudgingly walked forward.

he stared at her for a moment, the permanent happy expression on his face seemed to change to a worry smile.

when she first grabbed him off the restraints that held him, he saw that tired and determined look in her eyes that made the empty feeling in his chest spark with something he had not felt for a long time.

the first stumble and second stumble she made almost wanted the dog to just release his grip and let the animals take him to eat, but the dry cough that escaped her lips made his grip tighten around her waist.

even though he thinks he wasted her precious time to save him, he was going to make sure she was going to be make it through this hellhole.

he wasn’t going to lose the person who made him have hope to see another day.

a moment of silence past by before the dirty orange dog let out a dry laugh, “well, angel, if you want to go to the first aid station,” he used his big hand to point to the opposite direction, “then you might want to go that way.”

she blinks owlishly, slowly looking where his hand was pointing and letting it process in her mind.

“…..ohhhh.”

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she slowly placed dogday on the first aid bed, breathing a sigh of relief and nearly collapsed too before she straightened herself up.

“okay….okay….” she swallowed thickly, running a shaky hand through her hair. “there should be a stitching kit here somewhere-“ she coughs in her arm, turning around to rummage through the cabinets hastily.

the orange dog looked down at his lower half, opening to the inside of his body was always something that scared him.

he was grateful she was planning to stitch him up, but with the way she could barely could walk made him worry about hurt herself.

looking back at her, dogday cleared his throat before calling out, “forgive me for staring, angel, but you look a little under the weather.” he spoke with concern lacing his voice.

she let out a ‘huh?’ while she rummages through the dusty cabinets, before sniffling and taking a short breath, “ah it’s probably just-“ she stopped to sneeze, muffling it in her arm.

“just-“ she sniffles, shortly laughing, “a day cold.” she celebrates internally when she saw the sewing kit, turning around to face the giant dog on the bed.

she grabbed a chair and sat down next to the bed, letting out a satisfied sigh as her legs finally rested and began opening up the kit.

she rummaged through the box, “now I don’t call myself a professional stitcher-“ a cough “-I assume it’s going to be easier then stitching up skin, but just let me know if it starts to hurt.”

dogday stares as she fumbles with the needle and thread, whispering a few curses as her fingers seemed to miss the needles hole.

he watches as she paused for a moment, closing her eyes as her breath became shaky and sharp, one of her hands going to her chest to press against it.

her sickness was getting worse, and she seemed to be getting stressed. so he decided to do what the old dogday would had done.

give someone a smile.

it takes a moment for her to compose herself, before clearing her throat and opening her eyes, “okay, okay, I’m alright, I’m going-“ she felt a large hand on her forehead, gently pressing it and a deep hum rumbling out.

she didn’t notice him moving to rest on his side, his face a few inches from hers. she couldn’t tell if it was the embarrassment or the sudden change of body temperature making her face heat up.

a few seconds of analyzing her, before he mumbled something to himself and nodding. he pulled his large hand away from her.

he stared at her when he spoke, “I can’t feel your body temperature, fur making it hard to tell.” he rose both of his hands up wiggling his fingers.

she squints her eyes in confusion, tilting her head as he taps the side of his head, “however, my sharp instincts tell me, and they are never wrong,“ he raises a finger and taps her nose gently, “that you have caught a small bug, angel.” his voice held a calm tone mixed with playfulness.

her nose twitches when he tapped it, making a small shaky smile form on her lips. it didn’t matter how small it was, he took that as a victory in his book. she sighs softly, tapping his hand that rests closed to her on the bed.

“okay, maybe I caught a bug,” she cleared her throat, running a hand through her hair. “but I can’t really afford being sick right now, I’m literally-“ she coughs, giving a short ‘excuse me’ before starting again, “being chased down every corner I turn.”

dogday rests his head on his hand, “you’re more at risk of getting caught now that your sick, you need rest,” he studied her body language carefully, watching as she shook her head.

“no, I need to patch you up,” she holds her chest as she coughs in her arm. “I can stitch up your top half so it won’t be expose, maybe we can find your leg’s somewhere around here.”

he watches as she talks to herself, picking at her lips. he sighs softly, raising to place a hand on her shoulder and seeing her flinch at the touch.

“angel, please, I can wait to be stitched up,” he spoke softly, rubbing her shoulder tentatively. he didn’t want to see her push through her sickness just to fix him up.

“what I don’t want is to see you collapse and hurt yourself,” he pointed at her body language, how her body was basically shaking like a leaf.

his ears twitch as he heard the deep intake of her breathing, before she released it in a soft exhale. she places the stitching kit on the floor, placing her hands on her lap.

“okay, you win.” she could practically see his imaginary tail wagging in satisfaction, making her smile. “I’ll go and lay down-“

she felt two hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her into the surprisingly soft embrace of the mascots chest. she breathed through her nose, and softly sighed at the faint smell of vanilla.

he never lost that scent.

dogday hummed a random song, gently rubbing her tense shoulders. “I’d like to say hugs are the best type of medicine, next to laughter of course.” he felt his chest warm up at the soft laugh from her lips.

“god that’s so corny.” she sniffles, coughing a bit into her fist.

he laughs, tapping his fingers against her, “well, a old friend taught me that, and it always helped me,” he gives his own cough, clearing his throat as he adds on, “I’ll look for some medication for you, but for now-“

he playfully squeezed her, making her laugh more. her laughs were congested, but he didn’t care, he just cared about getting her better, “let the hugs work it’s magic.”

she giggled, wrapping her arms around his plush body and sniffling a bit, mumbling softly, “thank you, dogday.” she blinks wearily, before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, her body losing its tension as she inhaled his vanilla scent.

dogday watched as she falls into slumber, his giant hand cradling her back as he nuzzled his face into her hair. “no, thank you, my angel.”

it felt good to give a smile, even in this hellhole, to his angel.

AUGHHHHHHILOVEHIM

#poppy playtime chapter 3 #ppt x reader #x female reader #x reader #dogday poppy playtime #dogday #poppy playtime #dogday x reader

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luvyurself · 2 months

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from a cat into a dog

IM SORRY IF THE ENDING SUCKS AUGHHHH

part two of my last story here

c/w: she/her pronouns, implied child experimenting/employee experimenting ig, bigger bodies initiative snatches five kids and two adults (not clickbait), rushed ending

I tired my best to included the kids before they got turned into the smiling critters but AUGHHH

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everyday was the same routine: wake up at six in the morning, freshen up, put on her work uniform, stick a breakfast sandwich in her mouth, kiss her mom goodbye, make her way to work, and get into the parking lot of playtime co. at around 6:45.

she wishes the playcare was more easily accessible, going from the toy train to the cart-ride while listening to the same automated introduction to playcare was starting to become irritating.

she basically had that whole thing memorized by now.

she sits in the trolly seat, looking out the tinted windows to the vast emptiness of the underground around them. why would they built this whole thing underground anyway? she even heard one employee share the same thought as her, she wonders if these kids even know of the outside world anyways.

these past few weeks have been the same, except a lot more children seemed to get adopted more. which is weird because she and the other employees around her never gotten informed when each kid would be picked up.

what’s even more weirder was that the kids never talked about getting adopted either. and these kids could not keep anything a secret.

even when she had to keep up with the rules of not interacting with the children, they just seemed to tell her and the other caretakers nearly everything that happened in their secluded lifestyle.

timothy was one of them. a hyper kid, always seemed to be getting some bumps or bruises (she started keeping a package of bandages after the third time he scrapped his knee), and never knew how to keep a secret.

he would run to of her, stop suddenly and give his one missing tooth smile, and point to some random kid saying, “they have a crush on that kid!” and run off with some other kids chasing after him, yelling incoherent nonsense about how he’s a ‘tattletale’ or something like that.

it was funny to watch, she would give a small smile as she watched the boys play fight, the girls act out some fairytale adventure, or some of the more reclusive kids either draw or play with toys to themselves.

timothy played with this girl, layla, who was just as hyperactive as he was. she was one of the rougher girls, but she loved secretly playing dress up with a few of her dolls she had in her shared room.

she remembered the little freckled girl pointing at her when she told her that ‘tippity top secret’, her cheeks puffed out and saying she better not tell anyone about her ‘soft side’.

kids were funny in many ways.

she remembered timothy sulking a bit when layla was adopted, pouting and sitting on the fake grass.

they hung out almost everyday, it was pretty sad to see him so bummed out over losing his best friend. she managed to sneakily talk to him about it, giving him words of comfort on how he’ll probably see her real soon.

that slightly made him perk up, especially when she slipped a small candy to him and put a finger to her mouth in a shushing motion. he giggled and gave his little grin, “maybe when I get adopted, me and layla can play all day long again!”

she hoped that was the case, as three days later, timothy was gone from the playcare.

she can’t help but feel a jab in her heart when the kids she talks to leave to get adopted. they were all so sweet and fun to watch and talk too.

especially two little girls who took decided they wanted to sit where she was watching the kids play.

delilah was this shy girl who spent most of her time drawing with markers, glitter, crayons and colored pencils. she would sit in the same spot theo sat before he left, silently drawing or politely asking for more colors.

the next girl was sophie, and that kid was a hugger. she would come to her everyday, her braids having different colorful clips then before, and give her leg a big hug.

she would babble on and on about how her school day was, seemingly never ending as the kid always had something to talk about. she would pick at the jewelry on the caretakers hands, asking where she had got it from and if she could get her one like that.

sophie would also talk to delilah too, and would join her on drawing whatever their little hearts desired.

the day delilah ran to her with pure excitement, was the same day she was destined to leave the playcare.

she was the only one that told the playcare employee that she was getting adopted. she excitedly talked the whole time she was there, explaining on how lovely the couple sounded when she heard of them. that was probably the most she ever heard her talk.

after delilah left, sophie hung around her a lot more, becoming more clingy when she had to leave.

she had to always reassure her that she was going to come back the next day. even when the kid latched onto her leg like a koala, she couldn’t fight back the smile on her lips.

sophie would always make her pinky swear she was going to come back. children and their ways of reassurance was always so cute.

she would lock pinkies with her, shaking them and giving the same repeated promise. sophie would look at her for a second, before smiling and hugging her tightly, saying how she can’t wait to see her the next day.

was this becoming a pattern?

each kid she interacted with was gone in the same couple of weeks. she was teased a bit by her other employees that she was cursed, but she jabbed back with how they were all in better homes anyway.

she remembers the last one, she never interacted with her as much as the other kids, but the girl was always holding some type of snack in her hands.

little percilla was always eating something, an apple, pb & j, she would always have some type of food on her face.

each of those kids had their own distinct personalities, and each made her heart ache even more when she never sees them in the playcare.

she gives a small sigh, the underground outside the windows no longer fascinating as it was the first three times.

the five minute way there felt like forever, the carts top speed seemed like five miles, so she decided to check her little phone for any new messages.

a few texts from her friends, her mom asking what should they eat for dinner, and exactly none from jean since two weeks ago.

she didn’t know why it hurt when jean stopped messaging her. maybe that new promotion took up all of his time? she didn’t see much of sean either, so she guessed that could be the case.

she didn’t want to bombard him with messages either, so she hadn’t text back since the last text he sent her.

she closed the phone and puts it in her pocket once he heard the end of the automatic announcement that played in the cart, the ride coming to a full stop.

she gets up and stretched her body, stepping out into the playcare as she makes her way to the consolers office to check in. the playcare was empty, except for a few employees here and there. the kids must be asleep still.

she pushes a strand of hair back, fixing any wrinkles in her clothes and pushes forth, hopefully to get some work done before she has to be out to watch the-

“Hello there!” that scream definitely didn’t come from her, that was definitely someone else.

she spun around to see who decided on scaring the ever living life out of her, but she was met with twelve feet of-what is that?

she stumbled back, nearly losing her footing and quickly regaining it, hands gripping her chest to calm herself as she looked up at the face.

the orange dog bent down slightly, a friendly smile on his face, “woah there, friend, I didn’t mean to knock you off your feet,” he spoke, the young women pushing her hair out of her face and sputtering out, “dog…..dogday?” she whispered, blinking in confusion.

she could see out of the corner of her eye his tail wagging, “yeah! that’s me! it’s nice to meet you….?” he drags out the sentence, waiting for her to finish with her name.

she stays silent with a confused look on her face before stuttering out her name.

he repeats it with joy, grabbing her hand and shaking it with excitement, “oh it’s so nice to meet you! I’ve just about said hi to every employee here and I’ve gotta say, you look amazing on this fine day-“ she let the dog ramble on while continuing to shake her hand, still staring at him in amazement.

the main question ringing in her mind: ‘how?’

and the other one: ‘why?’

she wasn’t unaware of elliot ludwigs determined goal to make the best toys, but even then….this seemed out of the realm of possibility for anyone to achieve.

the giant hand that shook hers felt soft, plush, and almost humanly warm. he even spoke so much like a person, making her think this was some guy in a suit.

but why was he so tall? he stands taller then everyone in this place! and the tail wagging behind him just made it so….realistic.

after about a full two minutes of handshaking and rambling, dogday finally let’s go of her hand (which her whole arm is now numb at that point) and waved a hand in front of her face.

“hello? you still in there, friend?” he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

she blinked once, before clearing her throat, “uh…..barely.” she spoke, rubbing her arm as she backs away, “I…..gotta clock in.”

the hound tilts his head, before walking with her, “I’ll tag along, I’m not technically supposed to be out here anyway,” he waved his hand around nonchalantly, “but I wanted to say hi to everyone before the kids wake up.” he gave his cartoony smile.

she shook her head, giving him an awkward grin, “oh no, it’s fine, you can do-“

a large, purple tail wrapped around her legs, going softly around before she was face to legs with another 12 foot animal.

catnap, she remembered the name, looked down at her with a silent stare, tilting his head to look at her.

he pressed his face near hers, giving it a sniff before pulling away, and turning towards the orange dog.

“catnap! I’ve seen you met my new friend!” he exclaimed, tail seemingly wagging faster. the purple cat stayed silent for a moment, before nudging his head in a different direction.

a playful groan came from dogday, “come on, I was just trying to walk my friend to the office to get checked in!” he pressed his big hand to his chest, playfully puffing or out, “as the leader, it’s my duty to greet and help anyone I come across.”

catnap just tilts his head, still not saying anything as his tail moves to press him towards the direction he came from.

she watched as he had a one way conversation with the cat, giving them an awkward laugh as she waved her hand, “it’s fine, really, you guys should go, don’t…..want to get in trouble do you?”

they both turned towards her, both in silence before dogday nods, “only if you say so, friend” he smiles and waved at her, “I’ll see you in a bit, then!” he turned to walk away, his tail still wagging happily behind him.

catnap lingered on for a moment, staring at her silently.

she smiled and waved at him, “I’ll see you in a bit too, catnap.”

she turned to walk towards the counselors office, glancing at the time and noticing the kids will be awake in ten minutes. well, the paper work was going to have to wait then.

watching as she walked into the office, catnap stared at the spot she was at for a moment longer.

he then stretched his back, and turned around were his orange friend walked to wait for the kids to wake up.

#dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime #catnap poppy playtime #dogday #catnap #poppy playtime chapter 3 #x reader #x female reader #ppt x reader

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luvyurself · 3 months

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the long lasting memories

F catnap that fool scares me my boy theo deserved better

jean is a placeholder name before he turned into dogday

c/w: she/her pronouns, pure platonic for theo, slight romance towards jean (though can be seen as platonic), set in the beginning of the bigger bodies initiative, hinting at jean signing up to be apart of the initiative.

(my theory is that dogday and bubba-bubafant are the only adult ones who agreed to be in the bigger bodies initiative, while the rest are the orphans.)

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working a 7-5 job during everyday of the week gets old for a lot of people, but for her, somethings always happening in that job. it wasn’t anything extravagant, she worked at the playcare as an assistant, watching over the kids and sometimes playing with them.

the kids were a joy, some more energetic then others but it wasn’t nothing she couldn’t handle. having a lot of younger relatives made her pretty skilled in childcare, knowing how to help and soothe if needed.

she switched sometimes to help at the nursery, but she mainly monitored the main area.

some kids had taken a liking to her, always pulling her to play or draw. for some reason, she was told before she started to not interact with the kids as much, but she can’t just ignore those little puppy dog eyes they give her.

one kid was somewhat close to her, always sitting by her legs and being in his own world drawing. he never really interacted with the other kids, maybe he was just shy.

she came to learn his name was theodore, or theo, from other employees. she didn’t know why he always sat by her, but she never minded it. despite his quiet personality, he was always polite with her, showing his drawings to her when he was done.

one time, nearing the end of her shift and getting ready to go home, she felt a tug on her pants and looked down to see theo looking at her, a small smile on his face as he held up a paper to her.

she grabbed it carefully, looking at it and gasping softly. it was a little drawing of her and him, holding hands in a little field of flowers, with a happy sun and clouds.

he had his little name with purple crayon on pointing to himself, and with pink crayon pointing to her, was her name (spelled wrong but she didn’t care at all) in messy handwriting.

she bends down to his level, ruffling his hair and smiling, “I love it theo,” she spoke softly, watching as the boy twiddled with his fingers and nod.

“….you can have it….I made it for you…” he whispered, his eyes hiding behind his shaggy brown hair.

she looked back down at the drawing before humming, “a masterpiece like this should be in a museum,” she grabs her work folder, slipping it in carefully to not wrinkle it, and closing it softly and patting the cover, “I’ll make sure it gets to Italy as soon as possible,”

she saw him giggle, a seemingly rare sight for her. he was always so concealed about his emotions.

out of nowhere, he threw his little arms around her body and hugged her. he spoke softly, “I’ll see you tomorrow miss,”

she was slightly thrown off by the hug, subconsciously stiffening up out of habit. it wasn’t like she hated it, a bunch of kids hugged her all the time, but theo never seemed like the kid to do something like this.

still, she loosened her body and gave him a hug back, patting his back, “I’ll see you tomorrow too, theo,”

that was the last day she saw him at the playcare.

she asked around the employees, some shrugging their shoulders and some patting her back saying he was probably in class somewhere.

she finally got confirmation by one of her higher up coworkers that he had been adopted. she rose a brow at that, as theo never said anything about being adopted, but then again he was a pretty secluded kid, so he probably didn’t want to tell her.

she was pretty sad about not giving him a proper goodbye, but hopefully she can figure out a way to send him a letter with her own message.

she stood watching the kids play, a small frown on her lips as she subconsciously tapped her fingers on her legs. it felt weird not having the seven year old by her legs drawing whatever he did. she remembered him always drawing the same purple cat from the company’s new line of toys.

she was lost in thought when she felt a tap on her shoulder, flinching harshly and turning to look at whoever tapped her.

one of her coworkers, jean, looked at her with an awkward smile on his face. “hey, you alright?” he spoke, brushing a bit of rusty blonde hair out of his face.

jean was a good friend of hers, he was there longer then her and was the one who showed her around when she was first hired. he was polite, caring, and overall not that bad looking.

she didn’t know why she added that last part.

he was always someone to look up too in the playcare, acting as some sort of role model for the kids. he also loved playing with them, always had the bright look with a smile on his face.

he was also a real good listener, giving out great advice and just helping someone put a smile back on their face.

which brings her back to now. she looked down for a moment, before sighing, “just….thinking,” she spoke, fiddling with her shirt.

he was silent for a moment, before humming, “about theo hm?” he looked back to where the kids were, giving and airy sigh, “I thought I noticed there wasn’t a kid by you,”

he looked back at her, reaching a steady hand out and patted her shoulder. “It’s always hard seeing these little guys go, but just know he’s in a loving home now.”

she looked at the hand on her shoulder, blinking a few times, “it’s….I wish I could had gave him a proper goodbye,” she spoke, stuffing her hands in her pockets, “maybe slip him a candy or two in his hand before sending him off.”

a bark of a laugh came from jean, making her head to to him. “your the one that gives these kids candy?” he spoke in a whisper, a smile on his face, “the higher ups been wondering where the heck they get that stuff from!”

she felt a curve in her lips as she shrugged, “maybe I am…..maybe not….” she playfully waved the air, “maybe I just wanted these kids to get a taste of actual good candy instead of the ones from here.”

jean rose a playful brow, “so your a candy smuggler now? what happened to that rule follower I used to know?” he dramatically placed a hand on his heart, “she has succumbed to the darkness in her heart.”

she finally felt that smile grace her lips, laughing softly as she nudges him softly, “no snitching, I got a ton of kids who will tackle you if I tell them your the reason I can’t give them candy anymore.”

he smiled at her laugh, making the zipper motion on his mouth and throwing away the invisible key.

she relaxed her muscles a bit, popping her knuckles and stretching her arms, “so….any news about that promotion you talked about?”

silence, she saw him pointing at his mouth, making noises like he was muffled. she playfully rolled her eyes, pretending she had a key and air zipped-opened his mouth.

jean let out a fake gasp of air, putting on a little show before he began speaking as if nothing happened, “yeah, I just got the confirmation today,” he spoke, a happy grin on his face, “I got the spot!”

she smiled back, giving him a small clap, “yay! so happy for you!” she tilts her head to one side, “did they tell you what for?”

he gave her a play full finger wag, “ahhh, that’s for me to know only, I can’t be giving out my classified information.” he spoke, straightening his hair by running it through his fingers. “only me and sean can talk about it amongst ourselves.”

she blinked, looking at the schoolhouse and back at him, “the tutor? he got the promotion too?” she seen sean a few times, very intelligent older man, never forgot a face or name.

he nodded, “yeah! we’re both actually going to stay overtime with the bosses to talk about it.”

she gave a short laugh, “you gotta stay overtime while the rest of us go home, that’s why I never try for anything,” she motions to the playcare, “I got everything I need right here,”

jean gave a sarcastic laugh, “hah hah, let’s all laugh at the one who’s pay is about to increase.” he points at himself, making her giggle, “okay, your not wrong about that.”

she felt her watch beep, signaling that it was near five, which gave her time to pack up and leave. “well, I guess I gotta go.” she straightened up her body, yawning softly, “my mom wants us to get dinner at a restaurant, can’t keep her waiting.”

the man infront of her nodded, before he looked down at his own watch, “I guess I better go meet sean by the counselors office.”

he thinks for a moment, before looking at her, “you know….this might be the last working shift we have together.”

she rolled her eyes playfully, “your acting like we’ll never see each other again.”

sean sighed dramatically, “let me have my moment,” he spoke curtly then cupped his hands together, clearing his throat, “oh woe is me,” he said her name, “if only she could grace me with a goodbye hug before I begin this dangerous journey.”

she looked at him with an empty look, before sighing with a smile and going to wrap her arms around him. he was barley taller then her, her head reaching his shoulder.

“here you big baby,” she playfully spoke, leaning in slightly and softly inhaling his scent. laundry detergent with a hint of vanilla. she heard him laugh airly, wrapping his arms around her.

he whispered softly in her ear, “I’ll see you when I can, angel,” she couldn’t pick up the tone in his voice, it was mixed with softness and another emotion she couldn’t detect.

she picked up on the nickname, feeling her ears grow warm, “a-angel?” she stumbled on the word, “that’s a new one….” she mumbled, before she pulled away, “but….I’ll see you when I can too, jean.”

after they parted ways, jean sighed softly, stuffing his hands in his pockets before feeling something in them. he pulled out a small candy she had managed to slip in. he laughed at that, before making his way to the counselors office.

she made her way home, greeting her mom and spoke on her day before excusing herself to get ready to go out. while walking past her dresser in her room, she stopped and looked at the drawing theo had gave her, caressing the frame.

she wondered if he was doing good, how he was adjusting, and if he got a big yard with a cat he could play with.

when she was ready to go, she felt her little phone buzz a message too her, opening it up from jean.

‘going into the job! wish me luck :)’

that was the last message she ever received from him.

im not really proud of this one AUGHHHH I just had a thought and ran with it

#poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime #slight romance #dogday poppy playtime #catnap #theodore poppy playtime #platonic #x female reader #x reader

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luvyurself · 3 months

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sore wings take flight

BIGGERBODIESDAWGDAYAUGHHBHHH

c/w: she/her pronouns, we running on adrenaline, he loves to call us angel :D, we almost cry but it’s okay, HE DESERVES THIS

highly inspired by @bunji-enthusiast little fic <3

(I saw somewhere that in dogdays case he was the voice actor before he got put in the bigger bodies initiative since both orphans and employees were apart of it. lowkey love that theory, we keeping it safe with just comfort and fluff though 🫶🏼)

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she didn’t even know how she was doing it, he was half her size and weighed more then she could ever imagined. even if it was just his upper body, it was a mission to carry.

despite his protest, how he would only slow her down and ‘didn’t want poppy’s angel to succumb to death’ because of him, she managed to shut him up when she released him from the confinements that held him and wrapped him on her back.

she stumbled a bit, the sudden weight of the new body on her made her knees almost buckle, but quickly regained her footing as she crawled through the labyrinth of the tubes, shooting flares at the little things and checking up on the mascot on her back.

dogday was shocked on how this young women basically tossed him on her back and made her way to safety. he heard her heavy breathing and soft grunts as she makes her way out and into a hallway.

he could tell that he was heavy, the look on her face showed it. he knew that it was taking all her might to even keep him up on her back. she was supporting her grab pack and him, he didn’t want to be extra weight for her.

he was about ready to slip his hold on her to let her go alone and save herself, but she quickly grabbed his arm and held it against her chest, “not here, not now,” she huffed, seeing the elevator on the other side.

he looked back, seeing the critters gaining up on them, and looked at her, “angel, please, I’m slowing you down, don’t worry about me-“ he stopped mid sentence when she took a pause to catch her breath before she took a glance at him.

her hair stuck to her face, sweat on her forehead, she looked about ready to drop and pass out. but the fiery look in her eyes showed a different story.

she shook her head, readjusting his hold on her before she grabbed her grab pack handles, “I’m not going to leave you to die,” she spoke, turning to the elevator and breaking off into a sprint.

as she sees the edge to the elevator, she made a silent plea in her head to whoever was listening, that she made that jump, because it would be slightly embarrassing and deadly if she didn’t make it.

she launches her grab pack hand, feeling her body fly up to make the leap to the elevator platform.

she felt him subconsciously grab her tighter, shutting his eyes before she landed on the platform with a large thud.

she shakily fell over, but not before slamming the button and watching the door close, seeing how it shut the little animals from getting to them.

she dropped to her knees, laughing airly as she breath heavily, coughing and shaking from adrenaline.

she felt the arms release her from behind her, and saw the large dog crawl beside her. she clears her throat, stuttering over her words, “are….are you okay?” she asks looking over him, “no bites, no scratches?”

she heard him give a soft chuckle, “oh….you really are an angel, thinking about others before yourself,” he spoke, turning his head side to side, “even when I should be asking that to you,”

she gave a little smile, before shakily pushing a strand of hair back, “I’m fine….just….a little worn out,” she coughs a bit, covering her mouth with her fist.

dogday rests his head on his chin, his never changing face staring at her, “I would imagine, though, I’m curious, angel…” he tilts his head slightly, fingers on his other hand softly tapping the ground, “….why?”

she looks at him for a moment, before turning her head to the side, “I…..I couldn’t let you die,” she spoke softly, hands fiddling with her fingers, “there’s…..there’s so much death here, I can’t just not save one of the three beings that hasn’t even tried to kill me,” she felt her throat tightening as she cleared it.

“the thought of just leaving someone, to leave them to die, it’s just….you deserve to live, you deserve the right to see another day,” she felt her eyes grow misty, cursing at herself and wiping away harshly with one hand.

she hasn’t cried yet while in this hell hole, and she’s for sure not going to cry now.

she felt his large hand (or paw? she doesn’t know) rest on her hand that was on her lap. she sniffles a bit as she heard him speak.

“oh angel, you have such a strong heart,” he spoke, gently rubbing her hand, “such strong heart will get you far, will help you stop the prototype,”

she softly laughs, placing her other hand on top of his, “I’m not that strong,”

he nudged his head at her arm, “you carried me with all your might, I’d say your immensely strong,” he spoke, a soft hint of playfulness in his voice.

“pure adrenaline-“ she cuts herself off with a yawn, “that was pure adrenaline…” speaking of which, the adrenaline from before began to fade away, leaving her body with fatigue and sleepy.

dogday hummed, patting her shoulder softly, “you must rest, angel, you cannot go on like this, it could be dangerous,”

she was about to say something about how sleeping could be dangerous, but decided against it. she softly lays herself down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. “don’t-“ a yawn, “let me sleep too long….” she softly spoke, before drifting off to a restless sleep.

the large dog crawled by her legs, looking over her and softly sighed, “rest your wings angel, I’ll be here when you wake up,”

with that, he plops himself next to her legs, one arm across her legs while the other one rests under his head, watching over her like a loyal companion he hopes to be for her.

*spits this at you, scurrying away on all fours* DAWGDAY AUGHHHHHH

#dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime #dogday #x female reader #x reader

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luvyurself · 3 months

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all winds blow away, eventually

he deserves a happy ending :(

c/w: she/her pronouns, pure platonic fluff, we basically adopted him, he still calls us angel, cartoon version, HES OUR BABY AUGHHHH

(I’ll prolly make one with the bigger bodies dogday because HE DESERVES TO SURVIVE WITH US)

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her stirred in her sleep, groaning softly as the worlds sounds began to flow through her ears. the quiet sound of her home mixed in with the outside noise of wind.

she peeked an eye open, looking at her clock on the side of her bed. it was two in the morning, still six more hours of sleep to go.

she blinks at the wind outside, slightly hitting the houses foundation. the creeks of the house filled the empty space with an ominous sound, though nothing to worry about.

sighing softly, she started to get comfortable in the darkness, turning over to her side and closing her eyes to go back to bed.

the wind served as a great white noise, as she felt her eyes grow heavy and about to drift off to sleep-

“angel?”

she flinched, eyes blinking open and looking over to who called her.

the little dog stood by her bedside, slightly shaking with his blanket wrapped around himself. he looked at her, the usual smile was replaced with a shaky frown and frightened expression.

she rubbed her eyes softly, “dogday? honey what’s wrong?” she sleepily mumbled, propping herself up to look at him.

it took awhile for him to speak, with a soft stutter he managed to whisper, “the-the wind…”

she hummed softly, “I know, I just heard it,” she then shifted to a sitting position, “honey, remember how we said that the wind won’t hurt us inside?”

the orange dog laughed shakily, gripping his blanket tightly, “I know….its just….the nightlight in my room went out…” he drew a shaky breath, looked like he was near crying, “I….got scared”

she felt her heart break into a million pieces, watching him shake makes her sad with him. she reached over to her lamp, trying to turn it on, only to sigh when it wouldn’t turn on.

“powers out,” she mumbled, she then turned to him and reached out her arms, “here hun, you can sleep with me,”

she couldn’t see his tail, but she could just picture it wagging when she said that. he ran to her arms, smiling as she placed him down next to him, “thank you, angel”

a soft laugh, laying down next to him as she covered them both with her blankets, “it’ll all blow away eventually, honey, the wind won’t get us”

she felt him wrap his little paws around her, placing his head underneath her chin. she felt his wet nose tickling her neck as he whispered, “can you sing a lullaby for me?”

she groaned playfully, “come on dogday, I don’t think I can sing as good half asleep” she looked down at him, meeting his white iris as he shakily smiled, “I don’t mind, I think it would help me fall asleep more,”

after a moment of thinking, she sighed softly and wrapped his arms around his little body like she was cuddling a teddy bear. “alright hon, alright,” she sleepily spoke, humming a lullaby before softly singing a random lullaby on the top of her head.

she felt his little body become less shaky, less tense, as a over a short period of time he fell asleep. little yips and leg twitches here and there but he was asleep.

softly petting his head, she blinks a few times before feeling her eyes become heavy and whispering softly, “goodnight dogday, I’ll be here in the morning…”

AUGHHHHHH HES MY BABBYYYYY

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday poppy playtime #platonic #x female reader #x reader #dogday

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